She's Blind, Not Stupid

Irene knew there was something off with Raven.

One didn't spend as much time as they did with someone, multiple lifetimes to be factual about it, and not know all there was to know about them. Their likes. their dislikes, so on. Irene knew that Raven liked her coffee a particular way. That she would eat steak one way and fish enough, adjusting how she sat in her chair. That when she spent too long pretending to be someone else she went overboard being "herself" once she was finally done, to the point that Irene had often had to gently chide her that she was overdoing it.

So Irene could tell that there was SOMETHING going on with Raven.

Her wife was one that loved the deep pleasures of life... but she also managed to restrain herself. Even in the deepest throws of passion there was always some restraint when it came to how she would lick, suck, and grind. She wasn't one that a person would ever catch dancing in her bedroom to some cheesy pop song or making silly faces in the mirror. Irene didn't mind this, not at all. In fact it was what she loved about Raven, her self control.

Which was why Raven digging into her meal with a gusto was... odd.

The moment that their food had arrived Raven had begun picking at it, and not in a 'I'm not really hungry' sort of way. It was in a "I can't resist, I really need to get something in my mouth" sort of way. Which was NOT how Raven was. The only time she was willing to eat something while standing up was if they were at a party and they were finger foods. The one time Irene had managed to convince Raven to go to a baseball game, purely to say they had gone, she had turned her nose up at eating a hot dog until they went to one of the tables that were set up away from the field.

But there she had been, popping bits into her mouth, tearing off bits and munching on them as she set the table.

Irene considered that maybe it was because she was worried about the new babies. Which was not only possible... but also a sign that something was off. Raven always had plans and she was quick to always share those plans. She should have been telling Irene where the babies had come from. Instead she had given her vague "I decided to start over" speech.

Which was... very odd.

Deciding to try some of her old tricks to get Raven to talk to her Irene carefully slipped off her shoe and began to run it along Raven's leg. Raven glanced at her and flashed a smile... but then went back to eating.

No dirty talk. No hints of the fun to come. Just a clear showing that she was enjoying what Irene was doing.

That was-

Irene blinked in surprise as she felt Raven's pants disappear, leaving her naked from the waist down... and Irene's toes found themselves soaked in Raven's juices.

Her wife merely glanced up at her... before wiggling a bit so that Irene's big toe slipped into Raven's sex.

What the fuck was going on!??